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Dust
 

When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
  A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire --
  But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
  That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes --
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
  Before the years can make it wise.